I remember going to a ROSE'S store the day they were stocking these. Money was tight, but I decided to buy every single figure for my son, who was a toddler at the time, & put them back for a Christmas surprise.
So Christmas comes, my kids open their gifts, then I go in the bedroom & bring out the bags of these. I dump them all on the floor in the middle of us (me, the wife, my son, & infant daughter), & proclaimed "IT'S STAR WARS TIME BOYS & GIRLS... CHRISTMAS CAN BEGIN!!!".
Very first thing that happens is, my wife picks up Luke & says,"Uhhh... These don't look like the people in the movie. Were these from a flea market? Did you pay money for these?".
I responded the only way I knew... through gritted teeth, as close to a smile as I could muster, said, "...they're OFFICIAL star wars toys & the only thing we've got in YEARS... please stop or you're going to ruin Christmas...".
A cherished memory to be sure, but it could also help me understand why I try to find the good/cool/interesting, even in BAD Star Wars.

